The Kinks - Autumn Almanac: chords

          Bm                          E
From the dew soaked hedge creeps a crawly
catapillar,
A         E
When the dawn begins to crack,
D/F# E/G# A   E/B    A          E
It's all part of my autumn almanac,
     Bm                       E
The breeze blows leaves of a musty coloured yellow,
A      E
So I sweep 'em in m' sack,
D/F# E/G#  A   E/B      A          E
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

F#               B  C#       F#
Friday evenings people get together,
 B C#            F#
Hiding from the weather,
D#m     D+                       F#/C#
Tea and toasted buttered currant buns,
      G#/C                    B
Can't compensate for lack of sun,
             A#7
Because the summer's all gone

           Bm
La, la-la! La, la, la, la-la!
E
La-la, la, la, la-la!
A       E
Oh, my poor rheumatic back,
D/F#  E/G#  A    E      A          E
Yes, yes,  yes, its my autumn almanac,
Bm                  E
La, la, la, la-la!  La-la, la, la, la-la!
A        E
Oh, my autumn almanac,
D/F#  E/G# A   E        A          E E7
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

A          E       D     A
I like my football on a Saturday,
A              E     D    A
Roast beef on Sundays, alright!
A       E/G#    D/F#      A/E
I go to Blackpool for my holidays,
A        E/G#  D/F# E   A
Sit in the open    sunlight!

Am                 C/G
This is my street,
                      F
and I'm never gonna leave it,
G/B     G7/F            C
And I'm always gonna stay here,
Em/B             Gm/A# A
If I live to be ninetynine,
               A7/G     D/F#
'Cause all the people I meet.
Dm/F    Dm        Dm/F  A/E
Seem to come from my street,
F#7              B7/A
And I can't get away,
C#7/G#                    F#m     F+
Because it's calling me, come on home,
                       F#m7/E  D#m7-5
Hear it calling me, so come on home

La-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn Armagnac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La-la-la-la
Oh, my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!
Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa!